I was an overzealous mom the first time around. I signed Brooke up for music class at the college when she was two months old! I was going to give this baby a head start in life. Now I giggle to think I was even coherent when she was two months old. Of course, she was one of those wonder babies who began sleeping through the night at ten weeks. But I digress.
We learned a little ditty way back then, “Way up high in the apple tree, two little apples smiling at me. I shook that tree just as hard as I could. Down came the apples; mmmmm…they were good!” Dad’s been doing that with them for years. Here’s what I happened upon today–Brooke “shaking” Brea’s apple tree: